Most recently published stories in Filthy.
Tickling My Sister's Girlfriend
Floridan summers always proved to be great endeavors of human endurance. Locals who had persisted through generations and grown accustomed to the peaking temperatures boasted a sense of pride in their region's climate. For Landon Cartwright, this was not the case. Though no Florida native, Landon had spent the last eight years in the sweltering state, having moved in from Richmond at the age of ten with his eleven-year-old sister. While his tolerance for the usual winter cold had certainly dropped since, not once did he ever feel accustomed to the baking saunas of summer. He despised the searing temperatures, as well as the dense humidity that trapped it all in.
Testosterone and its role in a woman's life
Testosterone and its role in a woman's life Where is testosterone synthesized in the body? Why is testosterone so necessary for the normal functioning of the female body?
Dirty Jokes Knock Knock
An old couple This is the story of an old couple married for 25 years. Every time they make love, the man asks to do it in the dark. The wife agrees, then one evening, turns on the light and realizes that her husband uses a sextoy.
I was knelt patiently at the foot of the bed, glancing up at the clock I see it’s a couple minutes before 6pm. I listened intently for the key that would soon be unlocking my front door. At exactly 6pm as expected I hear the key turn in the lock and the front door open. Within a few minutes ill know whether he’s had a stressful day at work or not. If he’s had a good day I could be knelt here for another hour before he comes upstairs to me. On the other hand if he’s had a bad day he should be climbing the stairs right about now. I angle my ear towards the bedroom door, I smile excitedly as I hear footsteps on the stairs already. I drop my gaze to the carpet in front of my knees, stopping smiling as I hear the bedroom door being pushed open. He walks to the edge of the bed in front of me and sits down, running his fingers through my hair slowly with one hand as the other hand is unbuttoning his pants. He runs his fingers down the side of my face and then tilts my head up so I can look at him. He looks tired and stressed, I gaze into his eyes patiently waited for permission to touch him. He stands to let his pants drop to the floor and then nods down at me. I groan softly and thank him for the permission before raising my hands up to his hips, gently stroking just above the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. A smile spreading across my lips as I see he is already hardening for me. He grins back and then says “No teasing baby girl, I want it fast.” I lean my head forwards a little and lick across the tip softly just to taste the excitement already dripping from him. Then I let the tip brush across my lips as I wrap my fingers around the shaft, slowly at first stroking from tip to base but getting faster as I suck hard on the tip. His body shudders for me and a small groan escapes my lips. I suck right down to where my fingers are wrapped around the base and then back up to the tip. Hard and fast. Once I’m in a good rhythm I move my fingers from around the base and suck down further, the tip pushing deep into my tight little throat. His hips thrusting forwards every so often from the pleasure. I gaze up at him as I suck as far down as I can and hold still for a couple seconds, swallowing around the tip over and over. His eyes close as he groans, when they open again he grabs hold of my hair and wraps it around his fingers. Holding my head still as he starts to move, thrusting quickly but only enough for the tip to rub against the back of my throat. His grip in my hair tightens as he thrusts deeper, letting the tip push deeper into my throat. I start to gag as he thrusts harder. He pulls out after a few seconds to let me catch my breath and then thrusts deep into my throat again. Over and over like this for a few minutes before I feel his cock throbbing for me, I moan and feel him still as the vibrations travel through the shaft, his hand still gripping my hair but not as tight now. My eyes still locked on his as I suck right down to the base again and hold still, sucking and gagging for him. My eyes watering a little now. I feel his whole body stiffen so I suck back up to the tip again, swirling my tongue around it as he tightens his grip on my hair again. He thrusts deep into my throat again, this time losing control as I swallow around the tip. His whole body shuddering as he explodes for me. I swallow hungrily, trying not to spill a drop of his reward for me. Pulling my head back a little as his shudders start to subside but not taking my lips off him until I’ve swallowed every last drop. He sits down at the edge of the bed again, slowly catching his breath as he runs his fingers through my hair again. Smiling down at me and saying “Good girl, you know exactly how to destress me after a long day.” I nod happily as he pulls me up onto the bed next to him, we both lay back and close our eyes, his arms wrapped around me as we both drift off for a nap before dinner time.
Misty Demon and Caden
Misty During a rave one night in the Chamber, Misty stepped out of the bathroom. Trying to get to the table where her friends were, she was bumped many times. Two women were fighting, with a ring of men surrounding them. When she pushed through into the ring, they looked at her.
The snake and the hare
The hare was hopping jolly as hell looking for bugs and flowers and roughage to eat. He skipped and jumped over the hills and through the woods, praying he does not get eaten by a huge python, much to small of an animal for a anaconda to eat so he is worried about the python. The python would squeeze the poor rabbit until he can digest it in one gulp, poor animals and what they go through being at the bottom of the food chain. This one time the python named belch-like-a-hog tried to confuse the rabbit with a rainbow and pot of gold, the bunny was not going for it though. He was like, what you bastard that is hilarious, I know there is no such thing as this. The python Belch-like-a-hog wanted to eat this precious bunny so bad because he thought that the bunny named Rainbows-and-Unicorns would give Belch-Like-A-Hog magical powers. The anaconda named son-of-a-belch kept trying to warn the python, and said "If you keep busting on my turf I will eat you! You will be dead as a door nail you hear me?" All Belch-Like-A-Hog wanted to do is eat Rainbows-And-Unicorns to possess Rainbows-And-Unicorns alleged magical powers to therefore cloak himself as another animal so he can eat like a pig, oink oink, Laugh out loud. The python wanted to cloak himself as other animals, like a bunny or a turtle, or a snapping turtle so when he snatches up his pray he really scares them to death right before wrapping himself around the poor animal then squeezing the life out of them breaking and cracking their bones and making them scream in pain before he has them ready to comfortably fit in his jaws to be digested, nasty rotten snake, ugh. Bet them snakes love it when they get snatched up by a bird like a falcon or eagle or something ready for some snake meat. The python named Belch-Like-A-Hog went after small birds, big birds, deer, elk, anything he could eat, but he still has not been able to snatch up Unicorns-And-Rainbows which is really beginning to grind Belch-Like-A-Hog's gears big time. Belch-Like-A-Hog is so mad he began to cry out and scream, he said, "Hot damn it that rabbit if it's the last thing I do I will eat that bastard." He just gets angrier and angrier trying to get a bite of that bunny Unicorns-And-Rainbows is being like "Hell nah that son of a bitch is not gonna get me, catch me if you can Belch-Like-A-Hog!"
I just got my new lead pencils, I got my buddy some ankle wraps he tweaked his ankle now I am thinking about that. Damn, I hope Mike's ankle is fine. I just texted Mike and asked about his ankle. I hope he is not injured I got my own mechanical pencils and lead refills I took the one pencil with the stars on it and jotted down some of this story My mechanical pencils are the type that will fool you, they look like actual number 2 pencils but they are indeed mechanical.
I am all about the best vibes and I am cautious about who I allow in my circle. I keep my circle small I am blessed and my boyfriend loves me and he treats me right and he fucks me great like he is only twenty five when he is age forty. I love my dude when he comes around me he treats me like a queen. And when I get on my dumb shit he still treats me right. Good vibes is all I am about, but I am not perfect by any means, I get on mild dumb shit and then I try to fix what I had done wrong. It is all good in the hood. I love where I live, I want this house to be mine, I want my roommate Jim to put in a will that this house goes to me and not anyone else, but I am wishful thinking again, that my roommate Jim will help me even when he is gone and no more. Yeah right he is going to put the house in his sisters name and fuck what happens to me when I cannot get an apartment in my name without having a nasty little short lived criminal record. I won't fuck up again but no one is willing to take a chance with me, I am lucky Jim helped me out and I help him out too but I cannot afford 400 bucks a month I cannot do it anymore, he does not understand why I want to save some money for my future and needs. He gets three thousand bucks a week after take home pay when he works weekends and he has been mandated to do it every week for a long time, but he won't let me drop my rent to thirty percent of my income. How will I get over this obstacle of having no money set aside for anything, Like a comfortable smooth transition. It is so fucking hard to live without significant amount of money. I wish Jim would gift me three thousand in cash for my birthday or Christmas and say this is a gift and I want you to put this money in your account and spend it wisely please do not fuck this up. This is my gift to you to help you come up out of the penniless phase, I want to elevate your circumstances a bit. Wishful thinking again, he won't ever look out for me in that light. Do I need that blessing, yes, but will it happen, no. I hope I can have this house to myself one day, and if I become able to pay for the expenses to keep this house due to being an author on vocal+ I would be very pleased. All I need to gain is like over one hundred thousand bucks and I would be alright if I could make that flip over and over recurring concurrent all the time non stop. I wish I could be a better author and writer so I can make my moneys worth. This sucks because I keep fucking up my punctuation and grammar and admin will not be able to let poor grammar and punctuation slide and I need to perfect my punctuation and grammar bad. I wish I had some of the basic books to keep my mind refreshed on what to do when writing stories. If I were owner of this house making big bucks working from home being an author and never fall off, I would get this house remodeled, new carpeting, new drywall where I suspect it needs to be new, new paint job, a lot of new shit. I Hope my punctuation and grammar is getting better somehow. Thanks for reading.
7 Reasons Why More Women Are Choosing Open Relationships
Today, more women than ever are choosing to have open relationships. After all, the nature of relationships has changed dramatically over the past few decades – and many of us don't want or need typical relationship structures like monogamy anymore.
More than I ever imagined
At age 30 I had became bored with my life I had spent the last 14 years with a man that I was not in love with .Sure he is a great guy for someone but not me I had always felt like something was missing like sexually I needed more but anytime I would try talking to him about it he would tell me that's not the way a women should talk to her man So I left him.
The Dos and Don'ts of New Relationships
There are certain things you don't say or do in the first few months of being in a new relationship, especially if it's your first time dating someone new.
Let's Talk About The Porn Industry, Baby
Wallace - to get an idea of what inspired me to write about porn- recounts the story of when he was invited and attended (or had to correspond from; unsure) a porn convention. This may sound like freaky stuff, and maybe it was, but that wasn't the point, not for "our correspondent".